Home again home again...

...jiggidy jog.

I never understood that saying. Alas I am connected to the internet and therefore could easily look it up. But I won't. I'm stubborn in my ignorance at times.

Anyway I'm sitting in perhaps the most bad ass airport of all time. It's called...um...Sci..Scop...that fancy Amsterdam airport that starts with an S and sounds something like "schipoli". Sorta.

Regardless it is the best airport I've ever seen. It is perfectly laid out, wonderfully clean, and full of everything the traveler could use. Hell, it's got showers! SHOWERS! I'd take one if I had some clean socks to put on. My feet are going to be horrid when I get back to Bluche...especially considering my left ankle is bleeding a little from walking too much in non-walking-distance shoes. Oops.

My flight boards relatively soon but I'm desperately trying to download the newest episodes of Lost. I can't watch 'em in Switzerland and oh I'm sooo close to getting the newest ones. Unforunately they are a massive pain to download back in Bluche.

It better hurry...c'mon.

DOWNLOAD YOU #^$@%@!!!

tapping fingers here...

OK, while waiting...thanks to all that talked to me/emailed me/contacted me during my time of pity. We all go through homesickness at times and having some people that really care contact you makes a huge difference. Plus I vented like a little baby on NASIOC...gotta love it.

99.4%! C'mon BABY!

And that's it. Done. And I've got just enough time for one last cigarette and a bathroom visit.

Don't you love it when a plan comes together?

Mmmmm...clean socks are calling my name. Life is GOOD.